[Verse] Two thousand and four hundred trees, The machine grinds with growing ease. A third is gone, the land is bare, We choke upon the dusty air. Across the world the timber falls, Until the dying forest calls. A minute passes, woods are dead, To keep the corporate monster fed! [Chorus] Deforestation is death! Deforestation is death! Death, death, just plain death Deforestation is death! [Verse] In Africa the peril grows, Ninety gone where jungle rose. The grasslands lost their open face, Sixty-eight gone without a trace. A hundred million trees are torn, So junk mail ads can be reborn. We slaughter every living root, For cattle hooves and bitter fruit! [Chorus] Deforestation is death! Deforestation is death! Death, death, just plain death Deforestation is death! [Bridge] A row of trees is not a wood, It doesn’t stand where nature stood! No dead wood rot, no sap-ro-xylic, Monoculture is for fuck's sake not idyllic! Seven thousand species starve and die, Beneath a pale and empty sky! The Northern woods are thin and gray, We’ve thrown the heart of life away! [Chorus] Deforestation is death! Deforestation is death! Death, death, just plain death Deforestation is death! Deforestation is death! Deforestation is death! Death, death, just plain death Deforestation is death! Death, death, death, death, death
